THE BROTHER MOVES ON
Fiery, fierce, fearless, The Brother Moves On come correct with seven spellbinding variations on a groove. This is South African jazz ramped up and raving, throwing it down, taking no prisoners. Opener, You think You Know Me, roars out of the blocks: a Covid blues, taking pot shots at societies scrabbling around in panic mode. ‘Conspiracy theorists…vegan fascists…electronic reparation…. god never saves Africa…. you think you fucking know me – that’s the problem.’ No polite supper-club business here. This is musicians seeking and speaking truth to power – the unknowability of us all encapsulated in five minutes of future jazz business.